Tom Taubert's Blues Paroles

I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley
and I'm tired of all these soldiers here
no one speaks English and everything's broken
and my strength are soaking away
to go waltzing Mathilda, Waltzing Mathilda, you'll go
waltzing Mathilda with me
now the dogs they are barking
and the taxi cabs parking
a lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me
you tore my shirt open
and I'm down on my knees tonight
Old Bushmills I staggered
you buried the dagger in
your silhouette window light to go
waltzing Mathilda, Waltzing Mathilda, you'll go
waltzing Mathilda with me
now that I've lost my St. Christopher
now that I've kissed her and the
one armed bandit knows, and the no I don't want your sympathy
the fugitives say that the streets aren't for dreaming now
manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories
they want a piece of the action anyhow go
waltzing Mathilda, Waltzing Mathilda, you'll go
waltzing Mathilda with me
and you can ask any sailor
and the keys from the jailor
and the old men in wheelchairs know
that Mathilda's the defendent, she killed about a hundred
and she follows wherever you may go
waltzing Mathilda, Waltzing Mathilda, you'll go
waltzing Mathilda with me
and it's a battered old suitcase
in a hotel someplace
and a wound that will never heal
no prima donnas the perfume is on
an old shirt that is stained
with blood and whiskey
and goodnight to the street sweepers
the night watchman flame keepers
and goodnight Mathilda too